Her life was magazines and faithful TV screens selling an empty dreamof cars and calories and everything in between the sun and Saturn's ring,but the price tag can't be seen and it took bites out of her insides till she was just a hollow shell.She grew up in east LA watching celebrities living out all of her dreams.The plastic canopy of US royalty drew her gaze towards the sky and away from her own mind.And it took bites out of her insides till she was just a hollow shell.And at home her mother cried cause daddy had something on the side and they didn't look up when she sighed.And when August came around,the bathing suits were on the ground replaced by a cotton cloak.To see her own reflection was like squinting in the sun.And when all tomorrow brings is a set if broken wings it takes bites out of your insides till you are just a hollow shell.

well well
well, well, what do you know, starting another blog. this one is a "secret" one. yeah scattered somewhere in the main page is a link to my *main* secret blog.
i haven't updated this shoelessworm page in ages. oh well. too lazy.